A Tunisian Notebook #7 - Poem by Russell Thornton
Here are amphoras on display, and maps of sea routes
to and from all parts of the ancient world.
You like the Greek ones best,
the ones shaped like women.
And that is right, for you are the amphora
you yourself have brought me.
You are the one
I am circling and circling.
You are the bearer, you are the bringer of the wine,
you are the one within the wine.
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